Thursday, January 10, 2013

Paradise

I stood motionless on a mountainside filled with awe and incredulity as
I tried to take in the miracle which is Machu Picchu. The Taj Mahal took my
breath away; I was moved to stroke its glistening walls. I floated slowly and
softly on the still waters of Kerala and wandered in amazement through the
temples and trees of Angkor Wat. When I flew close to Everest it seemed near
enough to touch. Have I witnessed paradise? When I strolled, numb through the killing fields of Cambodia I
know I had a brush with hell.

But there's another place that I can go. Paradise for me is in easy reach. It’s a place where I rejuvenate,
revive and restore my senses. A place where my mind wanders free, taking me to
places that only dreams are made of. There I am cosseted, swathed and secure.
For me, paradise is my bed.